It was a freezing cold springtime snowy day, with a gray sky and heavy snowfall, this was only the beginning of a very terrible lacrosse game for me. As a freshman, I was still new to the concept that lacrosse was not a game canceled because of low temperatures and snow so heavy you can't even see 3 feet in front of you. So, nonetheless, the game is still on. Now, I am a pretty superstitious person, sitting in the locker room gnawing on my rubber blue mouthguard and retaping my stick with black tape. That's how it always goes before gametime, that is my thing. Little did I know, I forgot my blue rubber mouthguard at home. I tossed my equipment savagely around the locker room trying to find this stupid little piece of cheap rubber that is out of commission. …show more content…
If there is one thing I know, it is that I love starburst, specifically the pink ones, but I had an idea on how they could help me out. As I sat pondering my thoughts, I had a lightbulb moment. As my teammates and I were lining up for mouthguard checks, I sneakily started chewing four starbursts and used my tongue to fold the chewed up pink sticky candy. I showed the referee my teeth with a concerned smile on my face, but he said I am good to go. I step on the field with high hopes and high intentions that I will score and have a great game, and that simply was just not the case. I kept dropping passes and missing simple ground balls, I felt like an automobile with no motor. The second half starts, and I'm right back where I left off. I’m getting hit left and right, knocked down and barely getting up. Fourth quarter, 4:36 left on the clock, “this dreadful game is almost over” I think to myself. My teammate Ben has the ball behind the
In “Its Time to Think About Visors,” Dryden exposes the fact that the stereotypes of risk in sport have pushed athletes to continue to compromise safety even with advancements in equipment worn. Dryden first explores this while talking about players from the minor leagues who have worn visors for all of their lives reaching the NHL and then stopping, stating, “Then most decide to play as they had never had before, with no facial protection at all.” This shows that even with athletes that have had this safety all of their lives they decide to stop when they reach the NHL because they see the stereotype created by the fans watching that push these players to risk their safety in order to bring a new excitement to the game. Even though the new rookies have been protected by visors the amount of influence of the huge fans of hockey pressure into danger that before they were safe from. In addition to this Dryden adds how there is appeal towards the dangers of life expressing, “People are attracted to risk. Near misses are thrilling.” This demonstrates that audiences don’t want to see players seriously injured but instead the close calls that come with sport and the smaller injuries that some equipment has gotten rid
As more of my teammates began to show up, I recognized most of them. However, I learned later that if I went on to play in the Spring, this would not be the same exact team I would play with. With only twenty minutes until we began,I put on all of my gear and my dad gave me a thorough warm up. Time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, everyone was gathered together as positions were being assigned. I was originally overwhelmed with excitement, but as the game drew closer, the joy I had felt was replaced with anxiety. The lacrosse game taking place before ours ended and we entered and took our place on our bench. I recognized the opposing team’s jerseys quickly and identified them as a travel team from our area. Taking one final breath, I rushed into the lacrosse net enjoying my bird’s eye view, unsure of what was to
Before the start of the game I was told to guard their best receiver because nobody else could keep up with him. Even though i was fast, I was definitely not as fast as him. He was like lightning, speeding past me and making quick, subtle turns that were hard to predict. I was so tired from guarding him all game that by the end of the first half I felt like collapsing. When they hiked the ball, I made sure that I tried my best to stop him from getting the ball. Without failing to surprise me, he predicted my next move and feinted left and then turning right. I fell for the trick, and his quarterback threw the ball to him. He caught it and started running down the field. I sprinted after him. I put the rest of my energy into this run. As I got closer and closer to him, an idea formed in my head. When I got close enough I would dive for his flag, hoping to pull it before he reached the end zone. It was not a very intelligent idea, but it could’ve worked. When I was almost touching him, I dove. I missed the flag by millimeters. As I hit the ground I heard a loud ‘POP’ in my shoulder. Instantly I knew that I had broken a
The exceedingly loud rap music blasts my ears as I walk through the dressing room door. “Hey guys!” I holler as I dump my bulky bag on the floor. A teammate and I begin debating whether we have played against Spruce Grove before, and come to the conclusion that we haven’t. This makes me enthusiastic because it’s a fresh start. I put on my girdle and shin pads listening to the excited whoops of my team mates as they chat about the approaching game. My callused fingers throb in the process of yanking on my wax laces ensuring they are tight enough to confine my ankles. I promptly adjust my helmet while coach clarifies the plays and the techniques we’ll use to demolish Spruce Grove. “Let’s do this!” A teammate hollers as we exit the dressing room and step onto the ice. We do two half ice laps stretching our stiff muscles, then proceed to do four board rushes to get our heart rates going. The coach throws the rings onto the ice so we can begin our warm up passes and drills to prepare us for the game. The buzzer sounds, therefore we collect the rings and skate to the bench. “Brittney, Erin, Ella, Mack and Maggie,” Coach declares the
One of my earliest childhood memories was when I broke a bone.That was the second bone I had ever broken. Breaking a bone is one of the most painful things you will ever experience in life.
Hey show time; it’s your time to shine! I was finally going to show my coach that moving me up to play on the L’Anse Creuse High School varsity lacrosse team was not a mistake. I came home from school that day and found a few spare minutes to relax before having to prepare for my first varsity game. I was super excited but at the same time very nervous. We were competing against another great team—Grosse Pointe North. I ran upstairs and started to pack my bag; as soon as I unzipped the bag, I was hit with a terrible smell. The aroma of sweaty and dirty feet hit me like a ton of bricks. Once I got past the horrible smell, I checked to make sure I had everything I needed: my pads, stick, helmet, gloves, and crispy white cleats. I grabbed an apple before I made my way out the door. Over the years of having played lacrosse, I have developed a habit of eating an apple before every game. It is A pregame ritual because I cannot play without eating an apple prior to my games. Last but not least, I grabbed my
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
It all started when I got on the Ice. I thought It was going to be another hockey practice...but I was wrong. This practice would end with a bloody mess. Let’s just say, I'm glad that the other catch from the other team was a doctor. My friends and I were messing around in the locker room while we were getting ready for practice. I like getting ready for hockey practice it normally is fun, or I at least just try to have fun. If we do the drill wrong, we have to skate ten laps around the rank, but the bad thing is it is an olympic rank so it is bigger then are normally rank.
A few hours passed and it was approaching 12:00: game time. As I was getting my equipment on, all the possible things that could go wrong flashed threw my head. As I finish putting on my pads and other equipment, I heard a voice from behind me, "Just stay focused man, and play like you have been.” It was RJ, trying to help me focus and give me motivation. Walking into that dark tunnel with the light at the end is like an exhilarating wave of nerves and excitement. Approaching the end of the tunnel, all I could hear was the crowd screaming and yelling. From there on, as we ran onto the field, another person took over, and I didn't know the outcome of what was about to happen.
I no longer played on a team with my best friends since childhood, I was no longer a fullback, and I was no longer a bulldog. I had moved across the street into the town that I had grown up wanting to beat all my life. Now I found myself in a blue uniform playing quarterback with guys I had only met a few weeks prior to our first game. I was a stranger, in the town I had despised growing up, leading a team that I didn’t know. The following year I expected to be better and it was for the most part. However, there was one team on the schedule that I was specifically looking forward to. That game was one of the most hard fought I had ever played in. It was a physical battle, and in the end my team emerged victorious. My new team that
TIRAINE, no, RITINAE, no, INAIRET no…..INERTIA! INERTIA! I quickly place the tiles on the board in a moment of victory. Yes, I did just begin my personal statement with a bunch of mumbo jumbo nonexistent words. But this moment, my very first seven letter word in Scrabble, which means an extra fifty points added to your score, accurately represents the joy I feel when playing board games.
I figured that I had grown about five inches since my freshman year and had gotten stronger it might be time to play basketball competitively once more. When November rolled around I was on the varsity team, but unfortunately my basketball skills was not up to par. It was tough at first, because I was a new face on the team, and the guys on the team had a great chemistry that they had built up throughout the years. After a few weeks had rolled by, I realized that I would not be in the rotation.I told myself that the team’s success is more important than my personal desired statistics.I decided to make the most of my role on the team. It was a tradition for the guys who were not in the rotation to contribute to the game in some way, guys did this by preforming stunts after significant plays and momentum shifts in the game in our favor. This was great because the crowd loved and it and more importantly my teammates fed off of the
It was a cold cloudy Friday morning. The day of the most nerve racking championship game had finally arrived for the two rivalry basketball teams, the Kress Lady Roos and the Hart Lady Horns. Weeks and weeks of hard, aggressive, closely won ball games one after another. Only a little bit of time after that to get ready for the most important game ever; this is the game everyone has been preparing for. A ton of exhausting conditioning and an enormous amount of shooting lead up to this moment. Every girl on the Lady Roos basketball team feels excited, pumped, and ready for the game later tonight. Constantly thinking and feeling overly enthusiastic of what the outcome of the game would be like. We all had predictions of what we wanted the game to be like but it was up to whichever team wanted it the most. With all the confidence and motivation that we had that morning we just wanted school to be over with already. It did not end quickly though. School was such a drag. We all could not wait for that three-thirty bell to ring so we could hop onto that big, yellow, warm bus. Finally, the loud, annoying bell goes off. It was now, “Game Time”! Only hours away until we would play the game of our lives. As we approached the humongous school our opponents were already there. We did not want to even look at them when we walked in. We did not want to be discouraged by what kind of players they were. As the minutes passed by it was time to get ready. We could already hear our loud and passionate fans approaching the gym. We love our dedicated and supportive Kress community. As the warm-up started we all became very anxious and jittery but knew we had to shake it off and stay focused. As we had our last talk with the coach and said our glorious ...
It was the day that my peewee hockey team had awaited, gameday. This day was no ordinary snowy day in Wisconsin; we were playing our most intense rivalry game against Chisago, Minnesota. Chisago was always one of our rivals because they were directly across the border from us. Not only that, but we were both highly talented teams. Going through our warm ups, one could easily tell that we were all filled with
I get out of bed while the rays of the sun sneak through my blinds in the hotel room, and hop in the shower. The feeling of the warm splash of water on my face wakes me up. It then dawns on me that it’s game day! A time to focus and get prepared for one of the most important games of my career, the quarterfinal game of the MHSAA playoffs. I’ve played hockey for the last 14 years, and it’s been a long wait, but I know there’s no better feeling than playing a high school hockey playoff game.